cle|Å|ve e le 'r

osiris trending ciphers dressed to fork pie
when so sue did her .- I wasn’t there.
a slick yes went .- pass appurged mentions
fell beyond any furniture appeared as “in between”
her fellow traveling had arrived the infamous end unprepared to unleash the machine threatened
as wreaks became time put to pulp pillows.

he wasn’t aware, he also had been invited to be held as fruit table growing hair through eyes
‘spricKst do awK DeutSH’ I celled my nails, but as mentioned we had no chance to meet the deadline
as timelines dumped the scene.

cle|Å|ve e le 'r we so un-sued sueded gesproken

wreaks

wreaks
we named the label by it’s thread
folders tried to capture emotional trends

unfolded senses made good glitter watching the gap playing guitars with one eyelash.
fur operating systems made me comfy dropping my pants spelling the task.
behind the curtain they smiled like cans throwing up the bubble towards the trains.
hammered the drum the speed absorbed my tempo, BPM weren’t of count anymore.
heart covered threshold of explosions at char existence-
repetitions flunked her name.
wouldn’t you know, s/(the twisted matter) of the meaning behind knowledge
i’s see simple eye see only see do we what with thee
snoring doors waiting to enter the room with your opinion NOT
give this young man no signal!
i will die in front of your bed grasping for vegetables watching them cum all, she expelled to me.
as she always was trustworthy to my perception matters, it made me feel guilty- though I had to do it.

for the unrecorded way, to say yes, it was made to become walked by no temper controlled plastic fear
rather through exhibiting the point no; by enthusiasm trended purses being take away for gone.

hairy availables s s stays as treasure of the post scalp becoming her truth
am I depressed again by your matter
al mater
sometimes I spit your food ad absuRdum
lacquer dante we laugh remakeabre abreham
mother & child construction site you stink
father child & also sites stink
smell once the kruid of them 3 had visions, may you please clean the seat.

while eating potatoes and tv spoons remember I hard pressure steel my teeth
come on a high-heel knowledge, don’t spend time, - waste it as youRs!


cle|Å|ve e le 'r

threaten your region beltbuckle nose scanner I care alone,
er I meant I die alone being not funny-

think of the number under your foot it out a spelled the put on chen woe
political art, I heard talking about growth? playing serious, but not the game
it has no mum, what your forehead you call you mean I think nrw zoo come withtakewith

whatever that’s not the circle of terror, it is a toothpick on rage!
but what did I expect? I wasn’t being walking the line been me lining back on hands walks.

illegal donations underpants can’t count on you, when is the time passing seconds?

not even realizing my pen fighting flags of glorious sticks of magick respiration flats
notes spilled the whistle to the wall, chants of color became echoes as mirrors dressed to leave-
they saw you talking a long chat
sitery sitetree psyhfree psycherfy butcher spare free ribbed shirts barberCUE the tape

rewind call phunderella to step on toes while whispering names as telephone signals


,..: I don’t want to tell on you, but last sun you gave me a moon wasn’t like stars do it

-André Pissoir on date to date
suRRism-Phonoethics


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cle|Å|ve e le 'r / Contemporary Teleportation


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Artist/Composer: undRess Béton
Date: 2010-01-21
Keywords: undRess Béton; undRess Beton; suRRism-Phonoethics; Contemporary Teleportation; suRRism; Potatoes; Hopek Quirin; André Pissoir

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Reviewer: Abdul "Ben" Camel - - June 9, 2010
Subject: pickle pick
You know that traveling is a roll up of the unfurled flagged time it to get there. I mean that you do. The voice of the bean is just about as clean as that road, mi compadre.
- a good soak, eh?
your pal, T.